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Especially the seams of the exploded view are not handled well and there are many flaws.

However, its shape is already very close to the pattern of a melting furnace. If the details of the splicing are more detailed, they can be directly used to refine those plant seeds that are not of high grade.

Maybe it's not as good as any painter in the Xenodimensional dimension. But if the person who looked at it, a five-year-old child who had only been exposed to the smelting pattern for less than two months, could not be more critical of the pattern.

Lin Zeng can be sure that as an ordinary adult, even if it takes a year to concentrate on studying, he will not be able to draw the same pattern.

This is the gift of this child.

In other words, this is a window that many autistic children have opened to them by God, and a window that ordinary people do not have.

Lin Zeng asked Madoka to sit down, he took out the drawing pen, and with the extremely slender tip of the pen, pointed out the mistakes in the seams, and explained the correct drawing method in detail.

Xu Pengxiao immediately took out a small wooden long box from his carry-on bag, opened the wooden box, and there was a special drawing pen that Lin Zeng gave to Xiaoyuan in the box.

Xiao Hand took the special shape of the pen, Xiao Yuan lay on the dining table, while listening intently to Lin Zeng's explanation, while drawing an abstract line on the white paper with a drawing pen.

or curves, or straight lines, different thicknesses, different lengths, it seems to be a scribble, but Lin Zeng knows that this little guy has a strong comprehension. On the white paper, every stroke he wrote down was the correct drawing method that Lin Zeng said.

If he didn't find the right way to draw when he was recording, he would continue to draw on the blank paper one after another, until he found the right way to draw, and then he would stop and continue to listen to Lin Zeng's explanation.

Lin Zeng's explanation was patient and meticulous. For a five-year-old child, this state of learning is simply a high-quality and good student.

Xu Pengxiao sat next to him and listened for about ten minutes, and sure enough, he reaffirmed that this was not the scope of his understanding.

However, this time he had already prepared, and after listening to no avail, he immediately took out the laptop he carried with him and began to deal with the cumbersome procedures at work.

This time, Lin Zeng's tutoring lasted for two hours.

Once again, Lin was surprised by Madoka's high concentration.

The eyes are not blinking, and there is almost no distraction for two hours, let alone a five-year-old child, even an ordinary adult, it is difficult to do.

Xiaoyuan's father, Xu Pengxiao, has long been accustomed to his son's almost extraordinary state this month. At first, he and his wife were very worried, but after getting used to it, they got used to it.

Xu Pengxiao even found that holding the computer and sitting quietly near his son to work and study, his efficiency would also be affected by Xiaoyuan, and he would involuntarily concentrate on his work without distractions, which was better than when he was in the company. Even later, even Tang Wenjing picked up the professional books before her resignation and read them quietly.

Seeing that Lin Zeng's explanation was over, Xu Pengxiao hurriedly closed the computer, stood up and thanked him: "Trouble Mr. Lin, thank you!"

"It's okay. Lin Zeng shook his head, but he thought in his heart, after Xiaoyuan's smelting pattern was successfully drawn, how to inform Xiaoyuan's parents to buy the smelting pattern at a suitable price.

Lin Zeng estimated that with Xiao Yuan's progress, in less than two months, the smelting patterns drawn could refine many plants. Especially the low-grade plant seeds he had refined when he had not become a breeder.

Whether it is the seeds of indoor plants needed for home planting, or those with special functions, as the number of seeds exchanged by the entrants of the secret space increases, the stock of seeds can be imagined to gradually become tight.

The blue phantom fruit that grows in the secret realm, although it can evolve into a plant source space, automatically generates plant seeds through plant raw materials. But the Blue Phantom Fruit grows slowly and can't keep up with the growing demand for seeds.

If there were more painters, Lin Zeng would save time in drawing simple runes like smelting patterns.

However, when children are young and have financial interests, they must communicate with their parents. Lin Zeng was thinking about how to inform Xu Pengxiao and Tang Wenjing about his wife.

At this time, I am not in a hurry, and I think about it slowly.

Xu Pengxiao and Xiaoyuan sorted out their things, but they were in no hurry to leave.

Although Madoka is now able to communicate with people, the expression on his face is still much less than that of his peers, and he just quietly holds his father's hand and silently looks at the special dancing grass in his hand.

Xu Pengxiao's lips opened slightly, hesitated, and stopped talking.

Lin Zeng saw Xu Pengxiao's expression as if he had something to say, and asked suspiciously, "Pengxiao, do you have something?"

"Teacher Lin, there is one thing, I don't know if it is convenient for you. Xu Pengxiao looked at his son, and finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and said what he wanted to ask Lin Zeng, "After Xiaoyuan was diagnosed with autism, thinking of the environment he will face in the next few decades, Wen Jing and I spent almost day and night in self-blame and pain. Keep looking up information on the Internet. At that time, in a forum on the Internet, I met the father of a severely ill autistic patient. His child was 18 years old at the time and still had no ability to take care of himself. However, with his help and encouragement, Wen Jing and I regrouped and began to help Madoka recover positively. At present, the big brother introduced me to the rehabilitation center where Madoka works, and his child is now 21 years old, but his condition is still not improving. ”

Xu Pengxiao was talking, his eyes were red.

Lin Zeng listened to his words and sketched in his mind the figure of a father who had taken care of his children for more than 20 years.

This may be the sadness of many parents of children with autism.

Kong Yang's father, Kong Wenli, told me that the child's diagnosis was delayed, the best recovery period was missed, and the early Huaguo treatment of autism was limited, which also led to Kong Yang's current poor condition. He was in the rehabilitation center before, and when he saw that Madoka's condition was improving, he asked you to ask if the mind dancer would be helpful to Kong Yang's child? If he could help Kong Yang communicate with the outside world, he would spend all his family wealth and want to buy one for his child. ”

Xu Pengxiao finished his words in one breath and looked at Lin Zeng expectantly.

Can a mind dancer help an adult with autism communicate with the outside world?

Lin Zeng would not refuse Xu Pengxiao's request.

Wasn't his original purpose in refining the Mind Dancer to bring these children from the stars back to the world?

"Yes, he is in Jingcheng now?" Lin Zeng nodded and agreed to Xu Pengxiao's request.

Xu Pengxiao saw Lin Zeng's relaxed expression, his nervous expression relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart: "Teacher Lin, thank you! To be honest, I empathize with Lao Kong's situation, even if the child's condition is improving now, I am still worried about his future life." Lao Kong and his wife are getting older, and they are gradually a little powerless, but they don't dare to get sick and grow old at all, but they are afraid that Xiao Kong will have no one to take care of them, so when they see Xiao Yuan's situation, they eagerly hope that there will be a way. ”

After listening to Xu Pengxiao's explanation, Lin Zeng learned that this old Kong was also from Beijing, so he asked him to tell the old Kong that at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, he would take the child to the address of Lin Zeng's courtyard.

When I left Jingcheng at that time, I planted more than a dozen soul dancers in the small courtyard of the courtyard, and it was time to harvest.

The raw materials are refined into seeds, the seeds continue to be planted, and the follow-up work is not complicated, if it does not involve the education of the painter, Lin Zeng may be like other seeds, put it in the secret realm, or put it into the Xenodegree company, and hand it over to others to operate.

But when it comes to the cultivation of painters, Lin Zeng must go out in person.